Guardian Cowboy

He then looked at Sawyer. “I also really don’t think you have anything to worry about, either. In my experience, anonymous notes rarely lead to any kind of violent actions.”

Sawyer nodded, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to watch his own back a little more closely than usual. “I’ll take the note with me, but I imagine the only prints I’ll get will be from the two of you,” Dillon continued as he stepped to the door. “There isn’t much more I can do at this point.”

“Thanks for coming out,” Janis said.

“That’s my job,” the lawman replied with a smile. “I’ll let you both know if I manage to pull off any viable prints, but don’t hold your breath.”

“I should probably get out of here, too,” Sawyer said when Dillon had gone. “You still up for dinner at the café with me tomorrow night?”

“Are we okay?” Her eyes held a soft luminosity and her lips had never looked so darned kissable. He pulled her into his arms and settled his mouth over hers.

He kept the kiss light and quick, but it wasn’t because her lips didn’t entice him to delve deeper. It wasn’t because she didn’t excite him on a physical level.

It was because he really did want to take things slow with her. He wanted a do-over. Things had gotten off to such a crazy start with them and now that he knew he hadn’t made love to her, he was excited for them to slowly progress to that place.

“So, how about I pick you up around five thirty tomorrow?” he said when the kiss ended.

“I’ll be ready and waiting,” she replied. “I work the morning shift and get off at three thirty, so that gives me plenty of time to clean up.”

Minutes later, when he was back in his truck and headed home, he thought again about the note. Was it simply from some timid soul who had a crush on Janis or was it the beginning of something more ominous?

He figured if he wound up dead, it would either be from Halena Redwing pinching his butt to death or because they all should have taken the note more seriously.

Only time would tell, and that thought did nothing to make him feel better.

Chapter 4 (#u482ac5fa-deb4-5c38-a359-10163dbfd347)

“I’ve looked forward to this all day,” Janis said to Sawyer as they entered the busy café the next evening.

“Ah, you’re just here because they have great french fries,” he replied, his eyes filled with a teasing light.

“There is that,” she agreed. She was thrilled that he didn’t seem to harbor any bad feelings toward her. She definitely liked a man who forgave easily.

They spied an empty booth and wove their way through the tables toward it. Once they were seated, he gazed at her seriously. “How are you doing after last night?”

“Better now,” she replied. “But I’ll admit I had a hard time getting to sleep. I keep thinking about all the men I have contact with at the bar and who might have written that note to you.”

“Did you come up with any answers?”

“Unfortunately no. There are lots of men who are flirtatious with me, but it’s all harmless fun.”

She didn’t want to tell him that last night, for the first time since she’d moved into the room in the back of the bar, she’d felt a bit creeped out. Was her secret admirer parked someplace nearby watching her door? After Sawyer had left, had her admirer crept up to her window to peer inside? Those were the kinds of disturbing thoughts that had kept sleep at bay.

As ridiculous as it was, she’d felt eyes watching her, raising the hair on the nape of her neck and making it hard for her to breathe.

“I don’t want to talk about that tonight,” she finally said. “I just want to talk about happy things.”

He smiled at her. “So, what kinds of things make you happy?”

“A rainstorm while I sleep and sheets that smell like sunshine,” she said thoughtfully. “Chocolate ice cream, and thinking about someday having my own house, and a wiggly little puppy make me happy. What about you?”

He leaned back. “I never really thought about it much before, but listening to Mac strum his guitar and riding across the pasture on my horse makes me happy. Do you ride?”

“No, I’ve never even been on a horse,” she replied.

“Well, we’re definitely going to have to change that.” Anything else he was going to say was interrupted by Julia Hatfield arriving to take their orders.

For the next twenty minutes they talked about the new menu items Mandy had added since taking over the café and what kinds of food they liked and what they didn’t like.

Tonight Sawyer had ordered a fried-chicken dinner complete with a mound of mashed potatoes and corn. Janis had opted for one of the new items: a turkey and avocado wrap with fries on the side.

As they ate, he entertained her with more stories about the men he not only worked with but had also grown up with, and of Big Cass who had taken a chance on them all.

“She had a soft side, but she could also be as tough as nails. None of us ever wanted to disappoint her. She gave us all respect when most of us had never had it and she taught us to respect ourselves.”

“I saw her around town once in a while, but I never met her,” Janis replied.

He shook his head and smiled, a soft light in his eyes. “She was something else. It’s hard to believe she’s been gone for almost a year now. She definitely filled a hole inside me that my mother’s death had left behind.”

“You and your mother were close?”

“Very,” he replied. “It was always just her and me against the world. She was beautiful and loving, and pretty much the center of my world. I never doubted how much she loved me.”

“That’s nice,” Janis said wistfully. “I felt that way about my father. I was his princess and he made me feel like the most loved person in the world.”

“But you aren’t close to your mother,” Sawyer said.

“No, I’m not. Tell me more about your mother,” she said in an attempt to deflect the conversation away from her relationship with her mother.

She’d never shared with anyone the fact that her mother had never loved her. That her father’s unconditional and enormous love had never been quite enough to fill the void in Janis’s heart that her mother’s hatred of her had left behind.

As they lingered over coffee, Sawyer told her about growing up poor and with a mother who struggled to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. “We ate ketchup spaghetti and lots of potatoes, and considered it a treat if she managed to buy any kind of meat.”

“Didn’t she qualify for some sort of assistance?” Janis asked.

“I’m sure she did, but she didn’t believe in the government taking care of us. She said as long as she was able-bodied and could work, we’d get by,” he said.

“What kind of work did she do?”

“She cleaned houses. She said it was the best job for her because she could manage her hours so she was always there for me when I got out of school.” Sawyer’s voice was filled with his love for the woman who had given him birth.

“And what kind of a kid were you? Were you good and dutiful or were you ornery?”

“Maybe a little bit of both,” he admitted with a laugh. “I definitely had my share of ornery.”

She smiled at him. It was so easy to envision him as a red-haired little boy with a naughty grin on his face and mischief in his eyes.

She was sorry when their coffee was gone and the night had reached its logical conclusion. It was time for him to take her home.